Hovering Heights

I pass through the ridges 

Down the slopes , my gaze upward 

Comically when it’s supposed to be downward

For the moments worth a fuzzy recollection 

To the lake shimmering pearl white in a star studded reflection 

I mount the snow capped valley

Up to the summit,my head often down 

Hauntingly vigilant for the broken trails that await 

For the teenage dirtbag’s ascent 

To the flawed world with an imperfect blend 

I begin to swim in the deep blue sea

Arms spreading backward, stark sunshine on my back 

Pleasantly floating along the tide 

By the tremors that chaotically bring tranquility 

Never more riding a wave of stability 

Reviews

[NormaZ]

I love your metaphors, the pearl white in a star studded reflection, and the ending learning to swim in the turbulence and acceptance of not riding the waves of stability. I guess we all need to learn to do that.

[Poet of the fall]

Thanks a ton Norma ! sometimes it's always about riding the tide of uncertainty and turbulence.